That is probably one of my favorite lines from “Office Space“, which is one of my favorite movies. Not only is in filmed in my hometown of Austin, TX (they actually drive by my husband’s old apartment in one of the scenes), but it’s got to be the most quotable movies of my lifetime.
But I digress.
Normally when somebody says that they’ve got ” a case of the Mondays”, it’s a bad thing. It’s a grumpy, depressed, weekend-is-over kind of thing. In my case, however, it’s the opposite. I LOVE Mondays. I love the return to our regularly scheduled programming after the general mayhem of the weekend. I love that my house is clean, because my fantastic husband has helped me scrub it. I love that I’m the best version of myself, because I’m rested and restored from having a second set of hands around the house for two whole days.
On Mondays, I sing. I bake. I cook elaborate meals. I let the kids make messes without going (totally) ballistic. I concoct games and craft projects. I’m even in a halfway sociable mood by the time that my hardworking husband gets home, and may actually have enough energy for a conversation.
This is a far cry, however, from Fridays. By Friday, I am the very WORST version of myself. I am tired. I am grumpy. I am overworked, overtired, and burned out. I cannot wait for the weekend to come, for the respite from being with three very young and very active children by myself for twelve hours a day. At the end of the day on Friday, I want nothing more than to lock myself into a dark, silent room and wait for the stress to seep out of my system.
But today is Monday. So I’m going to enjoy it while it’s here.